Mercy at the Coliseum - Sex Stories

Mercy at the Coliseum

... when his large paw grasped my genitals, my pupils dilating with fear as horrific thoughts crossed my mind. “Calm yourself, mephit. It is not my job to hurt you, but you accepted the terms of the challenge, and so I must carry out the preparations. Now, stop fighting me and save your energy for him.” Still scared shitless, I did as he said and watched as he pulled out a small, gold ring. Taking a soft hold of my testicles, he popped each of them through the hole before grabbing the tip of my sheath and slipping it through as well. I chittered a little as the ring rather tightly hugged my package, reminding me of better times when I had explored myself in similarly intimate ways. A soft churr then escaped my lips as he brought a finger forward to stroke at my still sl**ping skunkhood. It felt nice and my spire approved enough to begin swelling, the red tip peeking out. His paw moved from my sheath to my wakening flesh, coaxing the inches out as he rubbed his pad over it. The ring held tightly now, accelerating the pace at which my cock filled itself with bl**d as it worked to hold a large portion of it inside. Within a minute of the guard’s touch, I was at full mast, the veins in my dick popping out as the ring now squeezed viciously around me. My body had relaxed as he had brought me to a rigid erection, my breathing a bit shallow though as the tightness of the ring’s vice grip made my length throb. After a few more seconds, the guard’s paw left my dick to once again grasp my ...

... balls. Pulling them down, another gold ring, this one a tad smaller than the first, was brought up against them. Feeding each ball through the hole, he slid it up my package to rest just underneath my sheath. “This will help you to not cum too quickly, mephit, while ensuring your arousal does not wane in front of the crowds.” “What is the challenge?” “Lord Raspotine likes to spend a few hours getting to know his opponents at a personal level before his fights, says it keeps him from losing touch with the meaning of life. He’s both a scholar and a fighter, so I imagine it’s hard work. When he read through the dictation of your trial, he mentioned that there were a lot of discrepancies. It’s not up to me to judge, so I accept the court’s ruling of you being a murderer, but he wasn’t so sure. The panther believes you to be innocent, but also young and good looking. He wants you, and so, he proposed this challenge. You will fight him using only your body. No weapons or armor, but just with the strength of your frame. It’s a truly unprecedented proposal as we rarely allow the combatants to go without a weapon, but it’s one the Patriarch approved late last night. There is one goal to this fight: to show dominance. How you fight will determine what your life looks like a few hours from now and what path it will take from thereafter.” “How exactly do I show dominance?” “By claiming your opponent’s body through the mark of seed. To be more vulgar, the winner is the one who unloads his ...